This is a song about "The chronic"

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Smokin' chronic, ironic how they stoop to the level,

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

So they means you have to shoot like the kid's smokin' chronic?

Bitch i'm on it, flow demonic, don't you know i'm tokin chronic

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

All black everthing on some jigga shit

The insomnia that's chronic

Aroma all around me chronic

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I'm stuffing nugs in my pockets like the chronic in blunts

I'm a chronic rap addict.

Teach you how to rope a chick